But there was no Miki.

The pup was down too far for Neewa to see.

With the drag growing heavier and heavier--for here there was not much current to help Miki along--Neewa hung on like grim death.

If he had let go, and had joined Miki in the water, the good fortune which was turning their way would have been missed.

For Miki, struggling well under water, was serving both as an anchor and a rudder; slowly the log shifted its course, was caught in a beach-eddy, and drifted in close to a muddy bank.
With one wild leap Neewa was ashore.